lostinscapes

“I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“When we buried him, we planted flowers on his grave, and every time I visited I saw that those flowers were my father, were made out of him. He was being born again into the earth, in a new form, and it wouldn't be long until all of his atoms were dispersed across the village, then the country, and then the world, carried off inside birds, growing into plants, and into butterflies. What was the garden, then, if not heaven, if not a place made up of everything that had been lost to us, if not an afterlife? After that, the whole world could be heaven to me.”
― Seán Hewitt, All Down Darkness Wide

“I’d chosen Brussels because a city whose symbol is a little boy pissing was a city I knew I would like.”
― Eva Baltasar, Permagel

“The inability to remember is itself perhaps a memory.”
― John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos